Dante Noah

She's got black hair and silver eyes. She's much taller than her older brother, leading her to affectionately call him, "Beansprout". While taller, she's solidly built; not willowy. She looks like she can chuck a guy over a fence. The term "Trust him as far as I can throw him" does not apply in the usual sense with her. (She's not totally ripped though. She just lifts weights)

Cheerful and optimistic, she seems to be a slacker. And she is, really. She's got a very slow, molasses-y style of fighting. She makes jokes to break tension, but knows when to be serious, and gives a good pep talk. She's a fierce competitor, and doesn't like to loose. She's very protective of her friends, and damningly loyal.

Her earliest memory is the smell of beer and the sound of the television. Her big brother was the only constant in her life at the time. While her brother was out cheating at cards, she was learning how to count by counting the beer bottles and cans around her fathers sedintary form.
Her brother didn't tell her he'd joined the Prestige. However, she joined the Untouchables. She needed to feel in control of something. Now, however, she worries.
When will she and her brother meet on the battlefield?